Mother

My dear old mother God rest her soul Way up in the heavens Now surely a holy saint ‘Cause when she was alive She was kind to a fault Had the biggest heart Of anyone you’d seen She would bake a million Cakes ‘n pies of every sort And people from miles around Would line up at her door And she was so shrewd Fed a family of six on a dime Could stretch a dollar Like nobody’s business She learned to play poker Became the best I’d ever seen Had only one vice, poor Mom When she’d dip into the gin That’s why to this day I’ll never turn down A Beefeater or Tangueray In her honour, chin chin Mom I love you And I miss you, Bottoms up ! Submitted on February 15, 2018 for contest GIN IN THE MORNING sponsored by JULIA WARD - RANKED 5TH

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Gregory Richard Barden

Date: 3/18/2018 3:17:00 AM

This is marvelous, Line, and I thoroughly enjoyed this with my cream soda and mango/pineapple vodka, haha! Congrats and blessings, Dear friend! :-) <3

Line Gauthier
Date: 3/18/2018 7:02:00 AM

Is there any other way to enjoy poetry? Thank you so much for your visit and letting go of your glass long enough to leave me a comment, Gregory. Most appreciated.

Eve Roper

Date: 3/14/2018 8:18:00 AM

This is lovely, Line, congratulations on an awesome win!!

Line Gauthier
Date: 3/14/2018 9:43:00 AM

Thank you, Eve. Much appreciated visit and comment.

Reason A. Poteet

Date: 3/14/2018 7:30:00 AM

Like mother, like son...you do take a chance when writing something like this of being misunderstood, especially by family who maybe do not love poetry as you do. Great work, LIne. I enjoyed the read and add my applause for your placement and skill.

Line Gauthier
Date: 3/14/2018 9:44:00 AM

I sent a copy to my Mom without an explanation. She was 'impressed'. LOL Thanks for your fun visit and comment, Reason.